Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 920 180. Thinking and Exploration! True Master Teaching Online
Yao Libin brought drinks back for the two children, and the two children stood up to thank him.

"Thank you, Uncle Yao."

"Thank you, Uncle Yao."

"You're welcome, sit down quickly," Yao Libin noticed that Fang Yongbo was holding the score in his hand, and said to Fang Yongbo, "Just eat, don't work."

Fang Yongbo smiled, and Wang Xiaohu took over the conversation: "Uncle Yao, Uncle Fang is teaching us."

"Oh." Yao Libin pulled out a chair next to Li An and sat down. "Sorry to bother you."

At this time Fang Yongbo continued: "For a conductor, reading the score is indispensable in practical work. All the information we need is in the score."

"Things like sound effects."

Sound effects, Wang Xiaohu nodded.

"The exact speed."

Accurate speed, Wang Xiaohu nodded.

“And intensity.”

Strength, Wang Xiaohu nodded again.

"So what should you pay attention to at this stage? When you get a new piano piece, you should read it from the perspective of a conductor. You should read it carefully and remember that every mark of the composer is connected. At this stage, you should try to find their logical connection."

"Yes!" Wang Xiaohu learned, "Thank you, Uncle Fang, I know what I should do now."

Fang Yongbo: “It’s very difficult.”

Wang Xiaohu: "I am not afraid of difficulties!"

Fang Yongbo: "Okay, since you are so confident, let me give you an assignment."

Hearing the homework, Wang Xiaohu got excited, "Uncle Fang, you say!"

Fang Yongbo: "I explained sixteen bars to you on the plane. You can analyze the remaining sixteen bars by yourself after you get home. You can refer to my method."

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself, why wait until I get home, I’ll start tonight!
Yao Libin was just wondering, and then he saw Lao Fang looking at the girl in school uniform named Che Lin.

"Lin girl."

"Uncle Fang."

"About playing the score."

Playing the score?! Che Lin? The little girl in front of him? Yao Libin seemed to have heard a huge joke, but when this joke came out of Lao Fang's mouth, he was extremely shocked.

He was already very surprised by Lao Fang’s attitude towards Wang Xiaohu just now. This was the first time in all these years that he saw Fang Yongbo giving instructions to a child.

Many people had found Lao Fang through various connections, hoping to send their children to him to learn conducting, but Lao Fang had never accepted any.

What are the origins of these two children? Yao Libin couldn't help but become interested in the identities of the two children again.

"There's not much advice I can give you, just imagine it first."

First imagine that Li Ang and his student are reciting this in their minds at the same time.

"First of all, we have to make it clear that the score is the score of a symphony. Here we need to think about the actual sound effects of the orchestra and strive to play the sound as close to that of the orchestra as possible."

Xiaoche nodded, Yao Libin:
"There is one thing you need to pay attention to, you must pay attention to it," Fang Yongbo said, looking at Lee Ang, "Everything has two sides, including absolute pitch."

Yao Libin, who has absolute pitch, was completely stunned.

Li An nodded: "I understand."

Wang Xiaohu was puzzled: "Uncle Fang, isn't absolute pitch the best hearing skill for learning music?"

At this time, the waiter brought the food. Fang Yongbo put away his pen and carefully closed the score and returned it to Wang Xiaohu: "We will talk while we eat."

Five people started.

"Absolute pitch can be roughly divided into two types. One is acquired, which can be developed through early training in childhood. This acquired absolute pitch is not a gift, but an ability to actively identify pitches cultivated through early learning."

Yao Libin: “Take the initiative.”

Fang Yongbo: "Active, and the other is the rarer innate absolute pitch, which is passive."

Wang Xiaohu: “Passive.”

Fang Yongbo: "Passive. These people don't need any training. They only need to understand some music theory to start holographic scanning of pitches."

Wang Xiaohu: “Amazing!”

Fang Yongbo: "There is no doubt that for any music learner, innate absolute pitch is a rare gift, but it also has a drawback."

Ang Lee: “Music is not just made up of pitches.”

Fang Yongbo: "It is precisely because people with innate absolute pitch can easily acquire the ability to recognize pitch that ordinary people will never have in their lifetime, so they lack a link of feeling in the process of recognizing sound."

Yao Libin: "I see. Because of the special hearing ability, I ignore the sound itself."

Fang Yongbo: "This is inevitable. It's animal instinct. Tall people lower their heads more often than they raise them, while short people do the opposite."

Everyone nodded.

"So the same object appears in two different perspectives in their eyes."

Ang Lee: "For music, the process of perceiving sound is very important. Having an innate sense of absolute pitch will relatively weaken one's ability to perceive the overall performance of music."

Fang Yongbo nodded: "Ultimately it leads to a lack of depth and breadth in understanding and appreciating music."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but frown, and he unconsciously began to worry about Che Lin. He had always been happy and even proud of Che Lin's amazing ears, but it turned out that there was such a disadvantage behind it.

For a moment, the porridge in his mouth seemed to have lost its taste. Wang Xiaohu felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

"But theories are just theories."

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "On the issue of perfect pitch, no authoritative organization has yet been able to give an absolute answer."

Ang Lee: “Music is non-subjective.”

Fang Yongbo: "That's right, and most people who discuss these issues don't have this talent themselves, which results in very few people being able to speak out. We don't know if people with this ability can see another sky through a so-called shortcut, and we don't know what's under that sky."

For a moment, everyone looked at Xiaoche, who smiled shyly.

"But what we can be sure of is that music requires imagination. It requires not only feeling the music, but also feeling life, the times, and changes. How should the same piece of music be expressed in the context of different times? What can it bring to today's audience? These are things you young people should think about in your future studies and explorations."

After a pause, he said, "Lin girl, there is no music more complicated than symphony music. Use your talent to feel it. Follow your teacher and study diligently. I believe that it won't be long before you can see the sky that we can't see."

Xiaoche stood up and said, "Thank you, Uncle Fang."

Then Fang Yongbo stood up and said, "What are you doing, kid? Sit down and eat."

After Fang Yongbo stood up, Li Ang also stood up immediately. Wang Xiaohu didn't know why, but his butt also left the chair.

Just like that, the atmosphere at the scene became joyful as the car suddenly stood up. Yao Libin teased Fang Yongbo, saying, "Look at you, I brought my children to eat, but you had to go to class, and when the food came, you kept talking. How could the children eat?"

"It's my fault, it's my fault. Come on, come on, eat. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's eat!"

The interrupted night tea started again, and the topic finally turned to the food culture of Guangshi.

As they chatted and laughed, the atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more relaxed, but Fang Yongbo's "heartfelt words" just now would still pop up in everyone's ears from time to time.

Yao Libin finally understood this time. Based on his understanding of Lao Fang, he knew that Lao Fang could say these words because he wanted to train these two children. Of course, both Lao Fang's attitude and the mental outlook of the two children reflected that these two children should be of a considerable level.

So this also explains why there are two more children on this rehearsal trip.

Wang Xiaohu was shocked by what Uncle Fang said next. Based on his years of gaming experience, he concluded that Che Lin's cheats were far more powerful than he had imagined. Since he was younger than him, he could understand what Uncle Fang said and simply summarized it as follows: Che Lin's upper limit was beyond their imagination!
Hahahahaha! ! ! !

Xiao Che listened to the lecture for a whole night and benefited a lot. Some of Uncle Fang's theoretical guidance made her feel more clearly that music is a systematic language. It is not as simple as a musical instrument or a piece of music. She seemed to understand a term that the teacher had mentioned to her before, humanities.

Music is so great, Xiao Che said so. When it comes to her ears, Xiao Che still doesn’t think she has anything special. On the contrary, sometimes she envies Wang Xiaohu and Xiao Bei. She also wants to feel and distinguish the high and low sounds through her own efforts.

What an interesting process it was, but she didn't have this opportunity.

She couldn't just hear an A and tell herself that this sound might not be an A, and then use various methods to prove that it was an A like doing a math proof.

As for Uncle Fang and the teacher's analysis of the conditions that might arise from innate musical perception, she roughly knew why the teacher said that, and she was not worried that she would have any problems in this regard.

But she liked Uncle Fang's final suggestion to her: to listen to symphonies more often, just like Uncle Fang told her on the plane:

"Lin girl, let me give you the simplest example. What kind of orchestral texture corresponds to what kind of piano texture. Once you can use your eyes to distinguish what the piano can accomplish and what the piano cannot accomplish, you can try to understand how to sight-read the score with the piano."

And then you can get started.

First use her eyes, then her ears, and finally her hands. She likes this process and it seems quite interesting. Hehe!

Ang Lee understood Fang Yongbo's good intentions, and he was grateful that Fang Yongbo was willing to tell his two children so much.

While the two children were being taught, he also learned a lot, especially about Fang Yongbo's last words. He was shocked, and a new door appeared in his heart.

'How should the same piece of music be expressed in the context of different times? What can it bring to today's audience? This is what you young people should think about in your future studies and explorations.'

He knew that this was said by Fang Yongbo. In the context of different times, does classical music carry a new mission? As a member of the younger generation of performers, how should he do it?

Perhaps as Fang Yongbo said, this is what he should think about in his future learning and exploration.

The realm of a master is the realm of a master, which is truly admirable.

After a pleasant evening tea, we walked out of the store and crossed the road to the hotel where the teachers and students were staying that night.

Yao Libin asked Li An to check in with the two children first, "I'll go get your luggage and bring it up to you later."

Li An suggested going together, "It's a good opportunity for us to help digest our food."

The group of five chatted as they went to the parking lot to pick up their luggage and agreed to meet the next morning. Yao Libin then drove away.

"Teacher, what does this uncle do?" Wang Xiaohu asked on the way back to the hotel.

Li An: "I am a staff member of Xinghai Concert Hall, and I am also an old partner of your uncle Fang."

Wang Xiaohu guessed: "Uncle Fang, you said you ate porridge at Li's Porridge Shop for five years, which means you worked and lived here?"

Fang Yongbo: “Really smart.”

Wang Xiaohu smiled evilly and said, "So Uncle Fang, you also work at Xinghai Concert Hall."

Fang Yongbo thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."

I knew it! ! !

Wang Xiaohu praised his own insight again, "So what do you do here?"

Fang Yongbo smiled: "What kind of work do you think I should do here?"

Wang Xiaohu finally waited for this moment: "Command!"

Fang Yongbo: "Yes, I also command."

Wang Xiaohu: "Eh? Do you have to do other work besides directing?"

Fang Yongbo sighed: "Yes, you should know that being a conductor is a very happy thing. A conductor only needs to do his job well."

Wang Xiaohu didn't understand: "Then what else do you do?"

Fang Yongbo smiled and said, "You estimate."

Wang Xiaohu: Here we go again
Li An took over the conversation, "Okay, let your Uncle Fang be alone for a while, we'll be at the hotel soon."

After checking in, Wang Xiaohu took the elevator to the 17th floor. As soon as he entered the lobby, he knew that this hotel was extraordinary. After swiping his card and entering the room, his thoughts downstairs were confirmed.

There is indeed meat to eat if you follow the teacher.

The car next door was a little confused after entering the room. Is this her room? It would be a waste to let her live alone!

The four rooms were next to each other. Xiaoche ran out as soon as he heard the noise in the corridor. Wang Xiaohu was already laughing with the teacher.

"How are you, kids? Are you satisfied with your rooms?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Satisfied! Thank you, Uncle Fang!"

Xiaoche bared his teeth: "Thank you, Uncle Fang."

Lao Fang likes to see the two children happy. When the children are happy, he is happy too. "As long as they like it, that's good."

Li An: "You two really should thank your Uncle Fang. This is definitely due to your Uncle Fang's good fortune."

"What are you talking about?" Fang Yongbo pouted, then turned to look at the two children with a smiling face again, "Don't play too late tonight. Let's go downstairs for dinner at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll take you to experience some of the morning tea here. Good night, kids."

Wang Xiaohu: "Good night, Uncle Fang. Thank you, Uncle Fang, for your hard work!"

Xiao Che opened her mouth. She must speak before Wang Xiaohu next time, otherwise Wang Xiaohu would have the last word: "Uncle Fang, you should also go to bed early. Good night, Uncle Fang."

Fang Yongbo waved: "Good night."

The three teachers and students watched Fang Yongbo return to the room, and then Wang Xiaohu turned around and shot a basketball under the surveillance camera in the corridor!

So cool!
"Okay, okay, why don't you two go back and get ready for bed?" Looking at the happy faces of the two little ones, Li An didn't feel tired at all at this moment.

Wang Xiaohu begged: "Teacher, can you let me stay in your room for a while?"

Xiaoche also came over: "Just a little while."

Li Anle: "A very small child can do it."

The second child followed the teacher into the room with great joy. After entering, he discovered that the teacher's room didn't seem as big as theirs.

But Wang Xiaohu didn't think much about it, "Teacher, what else does Uncle Fang do here besides giving orders?"

Li An thought for a moment: "He is still in charge of command."